I love everything about myself
I love the way I cry when I slip down
I love the way I wipe my tears
I love the way I retouch my eyes
My eye liner would not smudge
My lips would not shiver
I wouldn’t look down upon me
Instead,
I love that most straight posture of mine
Where I forget the moments of me being bent
down
And smile back because you are not worthy of me..
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